Monday, February 28, 2011

Maple leaf, it fell in the breezeTwirling and dancing as someone blewGusts of wind, and in each vein was encodedthe blood of my love.Maple leaf I send to theeFrom my hold, this cold dark cellDamp and musty I crave for light,I close my eyes and the face was yours.

I count days on the rings of my finger,Time grows longer than my handTill, like the rolling dewdrop,it falls off and I am lost in oblivion.Mirror, mirror on the wallWho's the fairest of them all?"Your skin is ageing, and hair is lessWhat stand have you lover to standupon thy knees and hold that bleedingrose, that once was your heartand now it's black and morose."

Still I send this birthday giftWish it were everyday,I hold the smallest grain of sandIn my hand, and wonder if forever was today.And ours was a gypsy song,sang in the desert wind,lovelocked lips and crossed hipslyre sings the ballad.

I wish I could send more than but a birthday song,For it's been so long, so very very longAnd the interlude demanded more than just this gift,But fate had it another wayAnd if so be it, then let it beTomorrow will bring opportunityFor bleeding hearts to come together,I'll see you another day, tomorrow.